73: Patiencethere are a billion things to cry over
and a million worth the act;
you chose this one.
please give it to me now.
cease the staring as
my eyes shift and
shimmer in their sockets
give me my desire
give me my speed.
i can only want this...
this powder white beautiful
snowy cold crystal
making me breathe nice and quick
and talk like birds
sing like angels,
then inhale once, and
gets a little bit,
you know, mellow. slower.
darkness creeps at the edges
and now i can feel the crash but
if i get another hit i'll be complete
life will be perfect and i swear i'll stop
just once. just a little bit.
off the street from Mexico California Canada
i don't give a damn i just want it right now.
the wind is knocked out of me and the lightning
in my eyes is back i'm electric blue and flying,
don't tell me to end this this is perfection
the chilled rain,
the icefanged lightning.
it surrounds us always.
tongue on teeth:
a leather whip
weighing me down, cracking
my spine, curvaceous bone
350 pounds strong.
the only thing i can't carry
is myself, so
you only follow me--
there are other people here, you know,
who have psychopathic tendencies.
they won't wait when you hesitate,
they'll just go.
nowhere is safe,
that's just pretense;
so stick by my night-shadow side
--not that you'll have a choice in the matter, darling--
and you'll be just fine.
you shut your lips,
and crawl back down the black sewer
into the damp alleys
and retreat to the rotting streets
in which you roam;
the back city of your own sickened mind.
rats and snakes weaving in your voice,
the vilest of the vermin.
don't worry, i'll save you,
run back to hell and heaven for you;
though you give me reason enough to viscerally
rape and scar and murder you in every way;
mental. physical. emotional.
you slip yourself into a co
71: The True Youit's a dragon, isn't it.
you're not a person, you're a fire breathing monster,
sometimes i think you want to be.
just to prove me wrong,
that my philosophies are skewed;
everyone has good in them,
but you don't seem to believe so.
so i imagine
that you will create the darkest, most evil
demon you can dream up
and you will turn yourself into it.
there's a shepherd, a sheepdog
a sheep herd and a wolf
the wolf is terrible,
with those too-bright eyes,
that crooked grin,
and there are some damaged sheep,
weakened in their illness
good sheep with bad memories;
your prey. always.
it's a matter of opinion and choice
like whether you get sourdough bread or wheat;
i prefer sourdough, because
the scent is good and bitter and reminds me of
how i feel about you.
because you're special, you're unique,
and I absolutely hate how everyone loves you
just because you're a pretty sheep
hiding wolf eyes. or like a rose;
red and gorgeous and full to bursting, but!
it's starving fo
70: Bitter Silenceice and fire;
broken fragile pieces of fire.
sizzling black coals on ice.
my favorite servants
melting down each individual drop
they're the twins
in this, there is nothing except
a startling mist, a
darkening flame; there is only
a fire brand emotional loss
a stab of painful
you burn with I.
in this, there is only
a weakened night, an
earthy touch; I'll take a hand
with your frozen antarctic eyes--
in them there are smoldering embers;
they shudder me deep within.
in this, there is only
a metallic clamp on your tongue, a
rusty taste in your throat; i reach for the hidden parts of your ribs...
and i shake,
the shiver of hatred you return
chilling me inside.
in this, there is only
a you, broken with sorrow, an
I, caged within darkness; in shattered science
i think you'll find often enough
in the brightest diamonds
is where you taste
the bitterest silence
69: Shatteredyour ribcage shouts at me
tell it to shut the hell up.
i can hear your heart
p-o-u-n-d-i-n-g against it
your muscles straining, your bones
creaking; i hear
every word your veins are screaming--
blood rushes through, it whispers deviously
in this, all is red;
his eyes are blue.
serpentine, you follow me, cold scales slink
along concrete, your poisonous thoughts
echoing at my neck, hissing tongue at my feet;
do you worship me, or do you wish to strike?
i'll wait; carefully, a distance away--
subtle, your criminality.
beauty is so varied no one knows what it actually is--
your smile is gorgeous, his eyes divine, their
words resurrecting lost and buried; it's beautiful.
yes i'm greedy.
i'm not ashamed, for i don't shed blood
especially not on that satin-skin...
infect me, seek out my face, swallow my bones,
take me in and never let me go.
autumn tones; how they shift. cage me
with your tar-filled lungs; this isn't over,
it's just begun.
i'm the snake now, my fangs are sharp,
68: Unsettling Revelationsholy shit,
i just realized
>can't believe anyone
write like this
do you believe me?
your smile opens me awry.
67: Boundariesfences around my mind
crippling my reality,
my offenses nails and teeth and words
which hold nothing to what you can do to me;
i'm just a liar.
these tiny thoughts
alone with their sadness;
liberation comes with it, perhaps but:
companionship is astounding in it's strength.
two heads are better than one
carry me through this minefield;
i'll trust you to navigate, if you
trust me to hold on.
your fingers are my only boundaries;
little bony cages around my wrists
flesh and blood bars
preventing my freedom, but
do i fight it?
i'd have to break them, you grip me
it's scary, wondering
if you rely on me
as much i as i think you do.
i highly doubt im right
you know, if i had wings, i'd fly everywhere.
just so i could do absolutely nothing
because i'd rather have one wing than two.
i can spin in circles that way...
torn into a half-moon shape
i breathe just once,
to catch it in my lungs
66: Dangerous Territoryi slither like a snake through the glass
slicing through my scales, i writhe
underneathe my serpentine light
i twist and twine myself
à travers vous
sing to me, my queen
tell me to dance for you
into the night i'll run away;
this is dangerous territory, ma douce...
glittering with envy
interlaced with lust
guilty pleasure, sweet diamond;
my tongue requires a taste, love
oh, my dear
confusion wrapped in chocolate,
all silver walls de la perfección;
feed me your secrets,
i'll spit you solid gold lies,
and yes, they're real,
like my crystalline fangs
all the better to
vous mordre avec,
ah, the desire
shining in summertime;
come to commit the greatest crime
burning in blizzards,
here i am, sparkling in sin
sweat glistening on your skin...
love and lust, fiery and raw
donnez-moi tout de toi
65: A moment in timeif you have no weakness,
then all you have is failure, because
if you don't have a weakness
what do you have to be
it's a part of being alive;
otherwise you're dead.
the happiness that emotion can grant you is insurmountable,
just as the sadness can be just as deep;
but you have to take the good with the bad
or know neither
everyone feels alone at some point
this is difficult.
im not the only one;
this conversation is going nowhere.
lemon, lime, and little bits of rum;
im starving from high expectations
she's just scared, you know
she doesn't want them to know:
she doesn't believe it;
so tell her that.
unwhipped, it would be hell and chaos;
what exactly are you leading the relationship into?
sleepy, silly confusing you;
newscasters and idiots,
money--but that's about it for caring.
I hate it when people hate me
reversal? me hate people
when it hate I?
society's witty response is always
maybe they're right